Idaho semi-weekly world. [volume] (Idaho City, Idaho Territory) 1875-1908, 1887-08-16
STUDIES At THE PIANO.


Always what They Seem.
She was . tender, passionate thing,
full Of all those swest emotional
charms that lead to engagements which
calmer reasons throws different light
upon. She sung. She did not only
try to sing Is most young women do.
She could sing, and she sang. She
liked pretty, sentimental ballads, and
once forgot tho point and drove fol
low away by giving him with fine ex-
preston and forgetful enthusiasm that
beautiful musical advice, IBID Me
Good-by and Cop He babe her
"Good-by" and won't She could not
understand what he meant, until
through the tear-flled eyes she read
accidentally the legend on the page Of
music It is needless to say he re-
turned. It is no use asking how she
did it. 1t wouldn't do you any good
to know. Every girl has her own
patented way of bringing . fellow
back. 1t is the only thing they are
distinctly original In, except making
pie.
1t might not have been tho same
girl. don't know. They're liable to
get mixed up in stories, those girls.
This one had sweet voice and a plead
ing way that was dangerous. There
are different kinds Of pleading ways,
don't you know A girl takes song
off the piano; she is seated on the twist
ing piano-stool, and there's young
fellow in an evening suit, with soli-
tary stud, corrugated shirt-front, a
fob-chain, leaning over her. with one
thumb balanced in his waistcoat pocket
and his right hand playing restlessly
with his mustache. simply to keep it
from dropping around his neck.
isn't that beautiful songp" she
asks.
WHAT" he asks, never looking at
the music, but gazing into her eyes.
go, Lay Thy Cheek on Mine,
Lowell"
Then she looks up pleadingly. She
knows there are too many people about
for him to do any thing of the kind
He bushes little.
81 have the cheek, but there are toe
many people around" he whispers.
The funniest pleading girl does is
when she most particularly wants yor
not to do something she asks you tt
do That is worth studying. But b'
careful, you may misunderstood her
But this girl in Oakland had a beau
Well, he wasn't exactly beau. HI
was a kind of peep-beau. They sa
in the drawing-room. Perhaps you
don't know why it is called drawing
room. Because it is the place wher
girls draw men out. He knew sh
sang.
"Will you not sing for mep"
Could she refuse9 If she hadn't beef
able to sing she wouldn't have though
of refusing, and she could not possibl,,
refuse seeing she could sing. So he sa
in chair with that preparatory look o
pleasure that h nothing to do wit
the song, and every thing to do wit
| the singer. All, iuo' Duo S""
stop to moralize. I've got to go O
with this story. You have the tablea
in your minds eye. The maiden jus
beginning on the lovely ballad, tn
Young man gazing at her. Now let m
Introduce another character. Sma
child. nephew, in the next room. Sma'
child has been listening. He is look
! ing through the crack of the door wit
a painful expression coming over hi
face. The voice grows more and NOR
. imprisoned by the piano and the girl
+ whole soul is in the song. There IS
a tap at the door, gentle tap. LII
singer turns around, stops and says;
a "Well, what is it, dearP'
The little panied face becomes p'
S tbetic as the child looks at her.
"Please, aunty, won't you stop that
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